Monthly Archives: June 2007

leaving

will be out of town over the weekend… now, i realize this is devastating news to you, faithful reader. but sometimes i, too, need a vacation. try not to miss me too much. it’s just 3 days.

perhaps, if you visit and i’m not here, i hope you’ll consider yourself hugged, pour yourself a cup of tea, and know that i’ll be back soon. put your feet up… stay a while – you’re always welcome here.

you may consider journaling your thoughts or poetry in the comments below – i promise to read when upon my return. don’t miss me too much, or be distraught… i will be back :)

Rain’s Needs…

rain needs the lamb in school
prayers
to feed the sheep
to be freed from all this
triathlon volunteers
to balance her ‘big picture’ thinking with someone solid
to pay close attention
a home
to find out what the students think and the reasons for nonparticipation
to let go of the old and prepare for the new
and last but not least: she needs a Democratic voice.

bullfrogs and butterflies

ok – had a Biblical question, and thought I’d go to the experts.

what’s the symbolism of rainbows in the Bible? i think i know, but wanted to confirm…

please respond in the comments (hopefully the real answer will lie somewhere within the comments… i know how *creative* you wibfolk can get!)

i’m counting on you – and ya’ll never disappoint! details to why i’m asking will be posted in the near future – there may be a good reason …then again, maybe not :)

p.s. this has nothing to do with a boy.

two days

i have two days to finish my To Do list (the one that’s been ongoing for a few weeks), find the “dress” for upcoing wedding this weekend, and get the car ready for a long road trip.

there is an outdoor theatre not far from home – we saw Grease last night. very entertaining :)

i’ll keep my ears open for additional fun & entertaining stories to share… until next time – have a good one!

Welcome! Come and procrastinate by reading my blog :)

[still don’t like my current keyboard… had an extra one – not the ergonomic kind i’ve used at home for the past 10 years. anyway, it’s awkward and i make tons of mistakes and have to backspace all the time… Interesting thing is: i use a regular keyboard at work with no problem. why am i having this trouble at home? is it the environment? the height of seat vs. keyboard level? habit? perhaps my wrists are protesting their “new” angle with the regular keyboard. i think i’ll bite the bullet and buy a new ergonomic split keyboard – wouldn’t want to upset the wrists now, would we?]

met someone for coffee earlier today. it was nice. he was sooooooo nervous, which in some ways is a compliment. he drove several conversations right into the ground… i helped him as much as womanly possible. [the guy “working” several tables away kept looking over at us whenever my date said something taboo… you know – asking about other people i’ve dated, his dating experiences, etc. i was kind of embarrassed for my date – especially because he spoke fairly *loudly* in the quite coffee house – but then again he was nervous, so…]

he said he’d take me out for coffee, said he’d take me to this coffee place, he’d take me, etc. etc.

no worries – it wasn’t starbucks. i don’t drink coffee, anyway – i’m a tea girl myself. chai. spiced chai… the establishment was a fun, independent coffee shop in an upbeat fun part of town. well, he was first in line… gave his drink order. the next “cashier” asked if i’d like to order. i smiled and said i was with him. …then my date paid for his drink and went to get cream & sugar or something. i felt silly, because i had just said “no thanks” to the cashier lady… got her attention (note: there are many, many people in line behind me, patiently waiting for a turn) and asked if she’d take my order. now, i’m sure this guy was nervous, not sure how much he’s dated in the past, etc. but i was surprised he didn’t offer to get my drink. his idea, his choice of location, he was 15 minutes late (due to parking – there was a ballgame going on downtown)… but, anyway.. perhaps getting the girls’ drink wasn’t part of his plan. no worries – and guys, i’m not bashing this man here – just expressing my surprise. perhaps that’s the whole point – i expected him to offer :)

fact is i came home unscathed. nothing horrible happened. which i suppose is an un-negative sign. [edit]

so… not sure what all that means. i’m sure i’ll edit this entry before archiving it – as, even though i try to remain as anonymous as possible, you never know… but i thought the story would entertain those of you who are interested in procrastinating for a few minutes :)

..today…

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oh, and i’m getting my roof repaired!

broken

sometimes i wish i were a poet.
’nuff said.

in other news, i’ve had two men out this morning to give furnace estimates. now it’s my job to do the following before 5pm this evening: go to knitting store to pay class deposit [done], buy firebox at Sears for important documents[done], get a haircut[done], go to three two shops to find dress for upcoming summer wedding [done], schedule eye appointment [thought about it], window shop for new glasses [considered actually doing it], go to a meeting [later], and possibly get a pedicure (if they accept walk-ins) [done],

…and my keyboard has been broken. first day? no shift key action. day #2? space bar nonfunctional. third day: new keyboard. needless to say, i didn’t want to blog andhaveitlooklikethiswhichisratherannoyingifidosaysomyself – good grief.

confession

tonight i finally went someplace. i’ve been thinking about it for a long time. it took a great deal of courage and emotional energy to go… this evening i said to myself “Self, if you don’t go now [for the 1st time] you’ll never do it… and you’re just delaying the inevitable.”

so i picked myself up from my bootstraps, went someplace that may help me in my journey… a tool of sorts.

and the worst possible thing happened. i ran into someone from my past. it wasn’t until i was already established in the group that i noticed this individual. i acknowledged this person. then couldn’t believe G-D’s sense of humor. His sense of humor? or was it murphy’s law? karma? …this person from my past is a significant reason why i needed / wanted / thought about going to this “someplace” …which, with my dark sense of humor, i find funny.

i guess i’m at a better place – which is a good thing – because my heart didn’t stop, i didn’t get the sweats, i wasn’t unsure, wasn’t insecure… i was more irritated. irritated that i took a step forward, only to have my past slap me in the face – on both cheeks. i was bothered. had an attitude because i went someplace to begin healing, and this person 1) knows and 2) this person was there…in real life. my feelings have changed, my heart is healing… there were layers upon layers upon layers to heal… but those moments of recognition of pain and emotional trauma come less and less… which indicates (to me) healing has repaired some of the history.

i guess, in a way, i’m thankful the “worst possible scenario” happened at the beginning of this journey… if I choose to continue down this path, I won’t be waiting for the other shoe to drop. it already happened. on day One.

i’m a strong person… strong woman… I have so much strength… I can do it. [edit]